Saturday, the kids schools offered Parents Night Out. From 4-7, they let us bring the kids and they fed them pizza, showed a movie and let them play. It was great! Seth and I were able to go out to a nice restaurant for dinner and a pub for a beer. You really enjoy the ability to have an uninterrupted conversation and enjoy your food while not having to get up to get more milk, wipe hands, or pick up flung food. Ah, it went by so fast. But, it also gave a few minutes to reflect on how lucky we are and what a great little family we have. It was all happy to go and pick up the kids.
I hope they do this again soon!
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Cute.
It's only at this toddler age can you have thin hair, no waist line, pudgy feet, wear no make-up and have a pot belly and still look so cute!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I love Carters outlet
I buy a good majority of Molly's wardrobe at the Carter's outlet. And for good reason! First, most of their clothes for girls are really cute, made well, and comfortable for play.
Second, it is an outlet, so the prices are great. I bought 4 onesies, 4 shirts, 6 pants, 1 pant/shirt set, and 1 dress for about $50. That is a good deal.
Also, this outlet store is always well stocked, and they have many items that mix and match. I like this, and it makes it much more likely that when my husband dresses Molly that her outfit will actually match. In addition, I think their sizing is right on.
The boy's clothes on the other hand? Well, the baby stuff is cute, but for my 4 year old's size, not so much. Most of it is just not all that cute, and about 90% of it is sports related. Can't they come up with more things for boys than sports? Just wondering.
Second, it is an outlet, so the prices are great. I bought 4 onesies, 4 shirts, 6 pants, 1 pant/shirt set, and 1 dress for about $50. That is a good deal.
Also, this outlet store is always well stocked, and they have many items that mix and match. I like this, and it makes it much more likely that when my husband dresses Molly that her outfit will actually match. In addition, I think their sizing is right on.
The boy's clothes on the other hand? Well, the baby stuff is cute, but for my 4 year old's size, not so much. Most of it is just not all that cute, and about 90% of it is sports related. Can't they come up with more things for boys than sports? Just wondering.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
So, about that class.....
I dropped it.
It was WAY too time consuming. If I could go about at my own leisurely pace, I would have enjoyed the topics, but I just can't focus 10 hours a week on that right now. I guess I should have known that, I mean I can't even finish a task most days without an "intermission" to attend to son or daughter. But I really didn't realize just how much time it would require.
Anyway, it was a good experiment. What it did provide me with is the realization of what my priorities are, and what I want to spend my very limited time on. So that's good. And I have a nice new textbook I might read one day....
It was WAY too time consuming. If I could go about at my own leisurely pace, I would have enjoyed the topics, but I just can't focus 10 hours a week on that right now. I guess I should have known that, I mean I can't even finish a task most days without an "intermission" to attend to son or daughter. But I really didn't realize just how much time it would require.
Anyway, it was a good experiment. What it did provide me with is the realization of what my priorities are, and what I want to spend my very limited time on. So that's good. And I have a nice new textbook I might read one day....
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Big Girl
Tonight with our dinner, we all had corn on the cob. Well, except Molly. Molly got cut corn. This apparently just would not do in her world. She had to have corn on the cob just like everyone else. She wanted to be a big girl. So I gave it to her.
It is interesting to see what constitutes being a "big kid" at different ages. For 15 month old Molly, today it was having corn on the cob. For four year old Emmett, it was picking out, and changing his clothes without any help.
It was so cute for her to be so proud to be holding this big corn, but then so funny for her to try and eat it with her little mouth. I think she managed to eat a little. But after that, she discovered that it was even more fun just to bang with it on the table.
It is interesting to see what constitutes being a "big kid" at different ages. For 15 month old Molly, today it was having corn on the cob. For four year old Emmett, it was picking out, and changing his clothes without any help.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Barf
Here is the setup: Because I work 12 hour days, my husband is usually the one to drop off and pick up the kids from day care. But, we take turns on picking up a sick child early.
It was my turn last Wednesday. Molly had a stomach bug. I picked her up, then went to Emmett's classroom to get him. As I was waiting in the hallway for Emmett to come, Molly threw up all over me and the floor. Apparently they had macaroni for lunch that day. I would like to add that the last 2 times I picked up a sick child, I was also thrown up on at the school. My timing is impeccable.
However, having to soldier on, I cleaned up with school paper towels, which needless to say, did not provide much absorbency. Once I finally got the kids to the car, and strapped in, I got in the car and decided I would take my shirt off to drive home as not inflict my seat belt with the remnants of the expelled. Who would see, right?
As I approached our house, I spied my father-in-law's truck in the driveway. Crap! I drove past my house and around the block. I carefully put my shirt back on (ugh) and made my way back to the house. It was not until I was in the driveway, that I remembered he had left his truck there because he was travelling with a friend up north. Double ugh. I put that nasty shirt on for nothing.
What's a mom blog without a good barf story, right?
It was my turn last Wednesday. Molly had a stomach bug. I picked her up, then went to Emmett's classroom to get him. As I was waiting in the hallway for Emmett to come, Molly threw up all over me and the floor. Apparently they had macaroni for lunch that day. I would like to add that the last 2 times I picked up a sick child, I was also thrown up on at the school. My timing is impeccable.
However, having to soldier on, I cleaned up with school paper towels, which needless to say, did not provide much absorbency. Once I finally got the kids to the car, and strapped in, I got in the car and decided I would take my shirt off to drive home as not inflict my seat belt with the remnants of the expelled. Who would see, right?
As I approached our house, I spied my father-in-law's truck in the driveway. Crap! I drove past my house and around the block. I carefully put my shirt back on (ugh) and made my way back to the house. It was not until I was in the driveway, that I remembered he had left his truck there because he was travelling with a friend up north. Double ugh. I put that nasty shirt on for nothing.
What's a mom blog without a good barf story, right?
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